The Works of Alfred Tennyson, 838. kiadás,5. kötetHenry S. King, 1874 |
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15. oldal
... drave The heathen , after , slew the beast , and fell'd The forest , letting in the sun , and made Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight And so return'd . For while he linger'd there , A doubt that ever smoulder'd in the hearts ...
... drave The heathen , after , slew the beast , and fell'd The forest , letting in the sun , and made Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight And so return'd . For while he linger'd there , A doubt that ever smoulder'd in the hearts ...
45. oldal
... drave the heathen hence by sorcery And Merlin's glamour . ' Then the first again , ' Lord , there is no such city anywhere , But all a vision . ' Gareth answer'd them With laughter , swearing he had glamour enow In his own blood , his ...
... drave the heathen hence by sorcery And Merlin's glamour . ' Then the first again , ' Lord , there is no such city anywhere , But all a vision . ' Gareth answer'd them With laughter , swearing he had glamour enow In his own blood , his ...
75. oldal
... drave his enemy backward down the bridge , The damsel crying , ' Well - stricken , kitchen - knave ! ' Till Gareth's shield was cloven ; but one stroke Laid him that clove it grovelling on the ground . Then cried the fall'n , ' Take not ...
... drave his enemy backward down the bridge , The damsel crying , ' Well - stricken , kitchen - knave ! ' Till Gareth's shield was cloven ; but one stroke Laid him that clove it grovelling on the ground . Then cried the fall'n , ' Take not ...
129. oldal
... Drave the long spear a cubit thro ' his breast And out beyond ; and then against his brace Of comrades , each of whom had broken on him A lance that splinter'd like an icicle , Swung from his brand a windy buffet out Once , twice , to ...
... Drave the long spear a cubit thro ' his breast And out beyond ; and then against his brace Of comrades , each of whom had broken on him A lance that splinter'd like an icicle , Swung from his brand a windy buffet out Once , twice , to ...
136. oldal
... drave backward to the wall , And midmost of a rout of roisterers , Femininely fair and dissolutely pale , Her suitor in old years before Geraint , Enter'd , the wild lord of the place , Limours 136 GERAINT AND ENID .
... drave backward to the wall , And midmost of a rout of roisterers , Femininely fair and dissolutely pale , Her suitor in old years before Geraint , Enter'd , the wild lord of the place , Limours 136 GERAINT AND ENID .
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ALFRED TENNYSON arm'd armour arms Arthur Arthur's hall ask'd bandit beast Bedivere beheld brake Caerleon caitiff call'd Camelot cast charger child cloth court cried crying damsel dead dear drave dream Dubric Earl Doorm Edyrn Enid ev'n eyes face fair fear fight flowers follow'd Gareth answer'd Gawain GERAINT AND ENID glory gold goodly Gorloïs Guinevere hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven horse jousts kitchen-knave knave knight knowest lady lance Leodogran Limours look'd lord Lynette Lyonors maiden Merlin Modred morn mother never noble o'er once overthrown past Prince Geraint Queen quest realm return'd ride rode rose scullion seem'd seneschal shalt shame shield Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir King Sir Lancelot slay smiled spake sparrow-hawk speak star stood sweet Table Round tell thee thine thou art thou hast thro turn'd Uther vext voice watch'd wherefore wild Yniol
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26. oldal - Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign. ' Strike for the King and die ! and if thou diest, The King is King, and ever wills the highest. Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign.
120. oldal - O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
1. oldal - DEDICATION. THESE to His Memory — since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself — I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears — These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, ' Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong ; Who spake no slander, no, nor listen'd to it; Who loved one only and who clave to her...
25. oldal - Fulfil the boundless purpose of their King!' So Dubric said; but when they left the shrine Great Lords from Rome before the portal stood, In scornful stillness gazing as they past; Then while they paced a city all on fire With sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew, And Arthur's knighthood sang before the King: — ' Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May; Blow trumpet, the long night hath roll'd away! Blow thro''the living world —
2. oldal - How modest, kindly, all-accomplish'd, wise, With what sublime repression of himself, And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of wing'd ambitions, nor a vantage-ground For pleasure ; but thro...
101. oldal - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. ' Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate. ' Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are...
41. oldal - King; tho' some there be that hold The King a shadow, and the city real: Yet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become A thrall to his enchantments, for the King Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep...
17. oldal - And ere it left their faces, thro' the cross And those around it and the Crucified, Down from the casement over Arthur, smote Flame-colour, vert and azure, in three rays, One falling upon each of three fair queens, Who stood in silence near his throne, the friends Of Arthur, gazing on him, tall, with bright Sweet faces, who will help him at his need.
18. oldal - And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, Who knows a subtler magic than his own — Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. She gave the King his huge cross-hiked sword, Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of incense curl'd about her, and her face Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom ; But there was heard among the holy hymns A voice as of the waters, for she dwells Down in a deep ; calm, whatsoever storms May shake the world, and when the surface rolls, Hath power to walk the waters...
10. oldal - O ye stars that shudder over me, 0 earth that soundest hollow under me, Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her that is the fairest under heaven, 1 seem as nothing in the mighty world, And cannot will my will nor work my work Wholly, nor make "myself in mine own realm Victor and lord. But were I join'd with her, Then might we live together as one life, And reigning with one will in everything Have power on this dark land to lighten it, And power on this dead world to make it live.